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Books


Books are the source of all knowledge, Just like that old adage. You can read the words, but what is the meaning? A careful balance on which we are leaning. The heroes, the princess, the fairies galore Until you can stand to read them no more. The Stories repeat A constant sounding beat A beginning and an end but no guidance do they lend. Yes books are nice and fun to read but they don't have what we really need. Books can take you places, or so they say So why am I still here? I read books every day.
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